1"Me too," the tall, elegant man replied. "Sometimes I forget how much fun it is to sit back and have a few drinks."
The blond nodded his head and smiled at his escort. "Well, I guess it's time to say goodnight and for me to head on in," he stated wistfully, then gazed up into his eyes. "Unless perhaps you wanted to come up for a glass of wine?" he added, innocently enough.
"Sure, Dylan, I'd love too," he agreed and put his arm through the blond's as he led him to the apartment building's double glass doors.
"Perhaps more than one glass," Dylan said and laughed softly as the bellman pulled the door open for them.
"And whatever comes after that," he suggested coquettishly.
"But of course, Bruce," Dylan agreed and pressed his bright red lips together slowly and sexyly, creating a rousing affect at Bruce's crotch.
Dylan reached forward and as he pressed the button to retrive the elevator, his eyes snapped shut and his whole body went extremely tight and tense.
Bruce and Dylan were inside the elevator and the doors were closing, but a man slid through just in the nick of time.
He was dressed in a dark clothes; straight legged pants and a sports jacket over a button up shirt. Bruce gave him a curious look over and then turned to wait as the elevator moved through floors.
The man glanced sidelongly at Dylan and with a raise of eyebrows at recognition, turned and called up a crackling purple energy ball of electricity which he hurled at the blond.
As quickly as the premonition had sprung upon him, it flashed out of pyschic sight and Dylan felt the familar pangs of nausea and lightheadedness began to probe at his taut body. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Bruce peering down at him with concern.
"Dylan, are you okay?" he asked, his voice carrying over his worry.
The young blond man looked up at him as he felt lingering feelings faded. "Yeah, I'm okay," he lied and glanced through the open doors into the elevator. "Maybe we should take the stairs instead."
"Why?" Bruce questioned. "The elevator's here and empty. Why not use it?"
Because we'll be attacked by some demon in black, Dylan thought on a tight line to himself, but he didn't dare say it. "I just thought maybe it'd be good to have some excerise by using the stairs."
Bruce put his arm around Dylan and led him into the waiting space. "If everything goes right, we'll have more than enough exercise later tonight," he reminded him a mischivious glint in his eyes.
Dylan smiled unsurely and watched as the doors begin to slid shut. He looked out just into to the demon from his vision rush in and for the doors to firmly click shut.
He was dressed in a dark clothes; straight legged pants and a sports jacket over a button up shirt. Bruce gave him a curious look over and then turned to wait as the elevator moved through floors.
The demon glanced sidelongly at Dylan and with a raise of eyebrows at recognition, turned and called up a crackling purple energy ball of electricity which he hurled at the blond.
Dylan automatically levitated to the ceiling and Bruce let out a loud gasp of shock.
The demon called up another energy ball but Dylan insticintivly snapped out his left arm, palm up, and out shot a steady stream of bright red, orange, and yellow fire.
The energy ball dematerlized as the fire hit the demon and engluffed him in flame, and not a minute later he burst into nothingness. The sudden and unexpected vanquish didn't even leave a scrotch mark behind on the smooth and shiney brass plated walls.
"What in the hell just happened?" Bruce shouted wildly, glacning about like a caged animal ready to strike.
Dylan floated back down to the floor and started at his hand in utter amazement. "I don't really know," he replied, still too shocked to say anything else.